Tiger Exchange 247 and time seemed to stand still for a split second. Then, the umpire’s finger went up. Ravi was out. The scores were tied.

One ball left, one run needed, one wicket in hand.

With sweat dripping down his face, Nathan stood at the top of his mark. Arjun faced him, a picture of steely determination. The entire stadium fell silent, the world holding its breath.

Nathan bowled, and Arjun swung his bat. The ball shot off the edge, streaking past the wicketkeeper. Ravi, at the other end, took off like a bullet, his legs pumping furiously. They crossed for the single.

The roar that erupted from the crowd was like a physical force. Ravi and Arjun embraced in the middle of the pitch, tears of joy streaming down their faces. India had won the World Cup.